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Here is a rare glimpse into my life featuring my sister, my dog and my parents... I hope you find these relatable.

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Mum: Can one of you two please hoover up please?

My sister, playing the Sims: Oh, I was just planning to go in the shower. (FYI, she totally wasn't.)

Mum: OK that's fine. *turns to me* A_____, would you mind hoovering up?

Me, about waist deep in homework and revision and prepping for exams which are years away from my sister: I would but I have about six pieces of homework to do.

Mum: Your homework will still be there when you come back to it.

*My sister, sniggering at the PlayStation*

Me, who's already had about a week of not sleeping and who's brain isn't working properly so accidentally backchats: But homework is more important than a video game, so make H____ do it.

Mum: No, I asked you to do it.

Me: You... you said one of us...

In case you're wondering, yes, I did actually have to do it in the end. And yes, I did end up staying up until midnight to finish all my homework. Maybe the hoovering didn't make much difference to that, but I still don't understand why the Sims is more important than prepping for exams...

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*Me, just minding my own business vibing to Bring Me The Horizon as always*

Mum: Why do you always listen to that? Do you like the guy or something?

Me, staring at her: No. You can like a band and not have a crush on the members.

Mum: Well who do you have a crush on then?

Aro-ace me, just staring at her: No one. I already told you.

Mum: But you're sixteen. That's not possible

Me, who can't be bothered to spend an hour explaining asexual and aromantic again: Forget it

It really annoys me that she constantly forgets about that.

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*Me, fussing Dave casually*

My sister, appearing from nowhere and frightening the dog: A____! Dad says you have to wash the pots

Me: What did he actually say?

My sister, scowling: That you have to wash the pots

Me: The exact wording please.

My sister, scowling even more: One of us has to wash the pots.

Dad, from the other room: H___, are you coming to wash the pots or not?

*Me smirking as she complains the entire walk to the kitchen*

That small victory. Besides, fussing the dog was way more important.

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I felt like writing this down. LATER 'TATA'S (that's a Dukville word).